Times Poems - Poems about Times

What The World Needs Is Jesus What the world needs is Jesus, In trying times like these, He's the answer to our problems, For in Him there's peace. There's also joy and righteousness, That is in the Holy Ghost, It says so in the Bible, In book, chapter, and verse. We need to have the Bible, Read and taught in our hearing, And after which obey...

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Like a cat, I've nine times to die — and love has taken seven. Once, when you said my name like it was a question. Twice, when you answered it with silence. Thrice, when you loved someone else in front of me like I was made of stone instead of soul. I keep returning — from wreckage, from wreck, from wreck again. You don't know how many lives I’ve lost just staying alive next...

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( in loving memory of JPR) Nowhere to go, is this a bonus feed Maybe a curse, although it’s too grandstanding Born into nothing, I’ve got nowhere to proceed As if I fly too high to care about the landing In fact, it was much simpler in reality Dystopian curators were too lazy And too corrupted to maintain the trad brutality Corruption...

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their teenage teacher—they twisted to torture them ten terrible times ...

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Said he, “Life is but a short journey, a dead end at best and over all too fast, but along the way admire the view, enjoy the ride while it may last. No ifs ands or buts, there are no shortcuts, we all fall by the same sword and the race well run, from the starting gun, is...

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Inspired by Bob Dylan's Blowing in the Wind Our journey takes on different roads we make our choices and our beds no rest for the weary till we're all dead Time is not our faithful ally its intentions waywardly dubious yet fate lays here in our hands Don't pretend you can't hear the many cries they're right outside your door blow the whisle sound...

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Exposing rays from leaves, dense forest Over and above with idle flow, riverine raft None, still numerous belongs my closest Melodies out the tropical denses, Spreading vibes in everyone's hymn, Fueling the bonfire with all poor instances, Join all and let's ride good times....

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In shadows cast on crumbling walls, A world once vibrant, now enthralls. Sunset's blaze, a final dance, As echoes fade, in apocalyptic trance. Whispers of winds through barren lands, Silent cries on shifting sands. A symphony of chaos, nature's last breath, Embracing demise, the dance of death. Stars extinguished, night's canvas bare, Moon weeps softly, a lone despair. Cities echo ghostly tales, As the end unfurls,...

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No matter I got prescribed Glycopyrrolate 2 mg tablets taken four times a day..., not one drop of sweat (especially on hot humid and hazy days) less than a gallon exudes forth from my pores but nevertheless I can single handedly manage... primary idiopathic palmar/ palmoplantar hyperhidrosis. Aforementioned physiological malady unwanted and unwonted figurative (metaphorical) beast of burden linkedin with matrix constituting mine corporeal essence...

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The days of being small in size came back to me After growing up to be six feet three I could always get away with so much as a child From being sweet or sometimes wild I remember doing things as a little boy Simple things that brought me joy From treehouses to homemade skates When the school bell rang, I couldn't...

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Wow! 100 days! Thunderstorms of injustice; Human rights are drowned:- ...

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Dusty little towns West of the Great Divide Where great-grandchildren of cowboys On ranches still reside. Small western museums With local antiquities inside; Native American artifacts, Some horse tack for a cowboy's ride. There among the fancy Are two dresses hemmed above the knee, 20's Jazz Age fashion Worn far from the speak-easys. Caused a bit of an uproar, As they danced on the sawdust floor. Who...

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Shadows of past lovers flicker on the ceiling I'm better, but it's still slow healing You know I haven't slept since you left, but hell that's a process But for me, this is progress I've been fraying at our fabric Strung out, lips cracked, from holding back biting on my bottom lip I'll say I'm fine just to shut you up I built...

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There are hours the mirror does not lie, And silence rings louder than bells in the sky. A whisper comes from the shadowed wall— “Remember?”—and you do. You recall it all. The smile you gave too late to save, The rose that wilted on a borrowed grave. Your name still floats in someone’s sigh— You left, and never said goodbye. Your hands are...

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Are you feeling happy or feeling sour? Mark the occasion with a liquid shower. Good times are what is preferred most. You may celebrate and raise a toast. Bad times, you might lament in rain, and champagne sometimes leaves a stain. ...

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